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Silence - Chapter 40

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Ana can’t seem to settle after learning about the death of the young boy at the hands of Arthur. Tommy tries to take her mind off it but her late night thoughts brings back some fond memories.

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Violence,  Death mentioned, Gang Activity, PTSD, fluff, sexual things mentioned / implied

Word Count = 2376

Note = Okay so this chapter does include mentions of PTSD in a form of a flashback... Its a bit of a heavy chapter I suppose so please take care when reading. 

I couldn’t settle when I went home that afternoon. My mind returned to seeing the far off look in Arthur’s eyes, he didn’t want to kill that young boy I could see it in his eyes but the fact of the matter was, he did.  A mother had lost her son.

His entire life was cut short before him because he got into a ring with an unstable minded man who couldn’t get the help he needed. His poor mother, I couldn’t even fathom how she must be feeling.

Chewing on the corner of my lips, I looked over at the table where Tommy was hunched over reading the paperwork he had at home. The man was a workaholic, everywhere he went, there was always something to be done.

Inhaling to myself, I picked at my fingernails before standing to my feet, walking towards the coat rack, removing the garment from the hook.

“Where do you think you are going?” Tommy asked without so much as a glance in my direction. He just heard my feet walking away from him and called out.

“I need a walk, something to clear my head I can’t settle” I tell him wrapping the coat around my shoulders and doing up the buttons.

Tommy had tossed his pen onto his work, leaning back onto his chair with a deep sigh as he stared over at me, resting his hands on his thighs.

“Take off the coat and come here” He breathed out, lifting his left hand, waving me over to him. “Please” He added sensing my resistance.

With a nod, I unbuttoned the coat, returning it back to the hook before making my way back towards him, my hand outstretched as I grasp his. Pulling me into his lap, I scooted further across his two thighs to get more comfortable.

“Today was an accident, Arthur…”

“I know Tommy. He didn’t get the help he needed after the war. I’ve heard a lot about men like him. It’s terrifying but it’s not entirely their fault.” I nodded turning to face him, our noses briefly touching at the closeness. “I’m just grateful James didn’t come back with something so terrible.”

“James fought in the war?” He asked, reaching up tucking a strand of blond hair behind my ear.

“Mmhmm so did my father. We never talked about it though. Kind of like you.” I nodded, allowing my fingers to play with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them, only to redo them straight after.

“I don’t talk about the war to anyone Stace.”

“I know, James and my father were the same Tommy” I nodded, glancing up at him through my eyelashes. “Besides, I’ve got a brief idea of your internal trauma, with your nightmares."

Tommy body language seized up at the mention of his nightmares, it was something he was ashamed of and tried his best to hide. But I saw him as a man who had been subjected to the worst kind of mental and physical torture but still managed to stand tall, a hero.

“I’m not scared Tommy, I know you expect me to be given my past. But I’m not.” I tell him, deciding to leave the top three buttons of his shirt open. “I’ve found peace in your violence. You can’t scare me away.”

“I often wonder what I did to deserve someone like you” Tommy whispered, his hand finding the side of my face. Leaning into his touch, I allowed his thumb to trace along my bottom lip.

“Polly says your mother sent me, try and make you think before you act or something."

"My mother eh?" He nodded, a sadness clouding over his eyes as he forced a small smile onto his face. “You are a lot alike, always seeing the good in people.”.  

“That’s not a bad thing Tommy.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t.” He agreed, thumb now pulling at the corner of my lip.

“Not when your other half is a stubborn, pig headed gangster. It’s nice to have some kind of balance.”

“Stubborn and pig headed?” Tommy let out a deep chuckle, eyes widening at the words I had chosen to describe him. His hand dropped from my face, clasping around my hips squeezing the side playfully.

“We balance each other out it’s okay” I laughed, squirming away from him, only he wouldn’t allow me to actual leave his knees. “We are soulmates.”

“You believe in that stuff?” He asked, stopping his actions to look at me with a questioning eyebrow.

“Well yeah, the is always two people just perfectly right for each other. One who balances out the other. Two halves of a whole. Yin to my yang. Or is it yang to my yin?”

“Okay, I get it.” Tommy interrupted my babbling, lacing his fingers with mine, a small smile on his face. “You’ve been spending to much time with Esme and Polly.”

Rolling my eyes at his lack of input in the conversation, I stood from his lap, making my way into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. As I waited for the teapot to boil, I felt his arms snake around my waist and face nuzzle into my neck.

“What did I say to upset you eh?” He asked, placing soft, precise kisses along the column of my neck.

“It’s not what you said it was your lack of words Tommy.” I replied, reaching into the cupboard to pull out a mug to pour the hot contents of the teapot into before setting it back on another ring so it would spill over.

“Love, I don’t need to tell you you’re my other half when you already know.” He laughed in my ear. Turning around to face him, I pulled a serious look, pouting my lips to further emphasise my upset.

“It’s nice to hear Tommy.”

“That right?” He asked, pouting his lips, eye wide. Nodding my head I waited to hear the words I wanted to hear except he dropped to his knees instead.

“Tommy what are you doing?” I asked, gasping as soon as I felt his hands grasping the skirt I was wearing into a ball in his hands.

“I like to hear things to Stace, and I haven’t heard those sweet moans coming from your mouth in a long time.”

“Tommy we had sex last night and yesterday morning.” I laughed pushing him away, only slightly knocking him off balance. But he was determined.

“Not those moans.” He smirked, pushing the skirt over my hips. He leaned forward, just about to press his mouth against my clothed core when I slipped away from him.

Looking back at him, his hand was now placed firmly against the oven door which was holding him up. His eyes followed me across the room, a genuine look of shock betraying his once cool exterior.

“You haven’t earn it Mister besides I’m rather tired.”

“You cannot deny me my dinner love.” Tommy spoke, eyebrows almost reaching his hairline as he stood to his feet.

“You need something sustainable for dinner, I’ll make it in a second.” I inform him, fighting off a yawn that had snuck up on me.

“Okay, alrigh’” He nodded, hips placed firmly on his hips not making eye contact until he turned, running a wide hand over his mouth. “I’ll sort the dinner, but right now yeah, I need you to lay in that bed with your legs spread. Understand?”

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked at me from across the room. I could feel my arousal already soaking my pants as he rose his eyebrows, waiting on an answer.

“Yes sir.” I nodded, biting on my lip.

Glancing over my shoulder I saw his head tilt to the side watching me walk away and disappear into the bedroom, I wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted me but I wasn’t going to complain.

*******

Jumping awake, I sat up glancing around the room, the place was in complete darkness. The dream I had scaring me awake. I never usually had nightmares but tonight was different. Leaning of the poor young boys fate had really gotten to me.

Clutching at my chest, I glanced down to Tommy’s sleeping frame. The blanket was reaching along his hips, allowing the deep ‘v’ shape to be on show.

After dinner Tommy had taken me into the bedroom doing everything in his power to make me forgot my own name never mind the events of today and at the time it worked. I had fallen asleep, I just couldn’t stay asleep.

Holding the soft blanket up to my chest I grabbed Tommy’s long sleeve undershirt that rested at the end of the bed, throwing it around my shoulders before gently sliding off the bed, making my way to the kitchen and getting myself a glass of water.

Drinking back small sips, I felt a pounding headache beginning to start. Closing my eyes I tried to imagine myself in any other situation. My mind going back to the time I consider moving to Paris or Scotland, how different would be life been but I knew I wouldn’t be happy.

Despite what he and his family did, I loved Tommy. I loved him more than I ever believed to be possible and it all started that fateful day at the betting shop. I felt a smile growing on my face as I remember being completely taken back by his eyes, still as blue, still as mesmerising as that day. 

Placing the half full glass back on the counter, memories of Tommy and I filled my head, most making me smile, others having me realise how strong we truly were, standing by one another at the toughest of times.

I remembered my first night encountering a nightmare of Tommy’s, it was terrifying. His body started to thrash against the bed, a yell escaping his lips bringing me out of my sleep

Since spending the my first night with Tommy, I had been spending a few nights between my brothers and here, not wanting to overstay my welcome at either home. I would admit I rather enjoyed spending the time in Tommy’s more as the feelings he was able to pull from me was something I was becoming addicted to.

I held the blanket close to my neck enjoying the sleep I was having when I was awoken by a the sound of an almighty scream. It was a scream of deep pain and anguish.

Feeling movement beside me, I opened my eyes noticing Tommy was thrashing about the bed, arms reaching in the air for something or someone. His hands were tense, fingers clasping around nothing.

“NOOO” Tommy roared out, his voice was almost unrecognisable as he wrestled with the air.

Pushing myself up off the bed, realising what was happening I leaned carefully next to him, mindful not to get in the way of his arms as I gently pushed my fingers through his dark thick locks. Stroking his hair, softly while ‘sshing’ him as best I could without getting to close.

“Your alright Tommy, your home.” I soothed hoping that somewhere deep inside of him he could hear me. “Your home, your in bed with me, Stace.” I continued.

My words seemed to have a calming affect on him as the thrashing began to stop, his arms began to fall from the air and onto the bed. Taking that as a good sign, I scooted closer to him, slightly pressing my body against his.

“I’m here Tommy, you are safe” I whispered, pressing a small kiss to his cheek but that was a mistake. His hands wrapped around my upper arms, holding me tightly that I was sure would leave bruises before tossing me to the side of the bed, my back hitting off the wall.

“Stace, fuck.” Tommy spat out. His eyes were so lost, so dark, it was like Tommy no longer existed. He started grabbing at his hair, pulling the longer sides with a far off dazed look in his eyes as he stared at the wall in his bedroom, mumbling something under his breathe.

Standing to his feet, he began to pace the room running hand after hand down his face before finally standing still. Hands pressed against his hips as he stared up towards the ceiling.

Cautiously sliding off the bed, I approached the man in front of me, his long sleeved undershirt falling over my intimate areas as I stood next to him. Wrapping my hands around his waist, I felt him stiffen beneath me but I refused to let him go.

“Your safe Tommy, your safe” I spoke, loud enough so he could hear it but quiet enough so the others in the house wouldn’t know I was here.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Tommy spoke, his voice returning back to the one I found myself falling for. “I’m not…I could hurt you.”

“You would never hurt me intentionally Tommy.” I tell him, resting my chin on his bare chest, my eyes falling on his Romani sun before travelling up to his eyes. “I’m here because I want to be, what happened tonight will not scare me away.”

Smiling at the memory, I lifted my hand taking the flower pendant he had given me for Christmas in my hand, squeezing it. As much as he showed the world he was well put together, he was still broken, still in need of so much love.

With that thought in mind, I emptied the rest of the water into the sink, placing the glass on the draining board before carefully making my way back into the bedroom. 

Looking over at Tommy’s sleeping form, I felt myself becoming more determined than ever to protect him, from what I didn’t know but I knew I couldn’t be without him. I couldn’t let him lose himself like Arthur. 

Slipping into the bed next to him, I cuddled into his side. Tommy threw his arm over my shoulders allowing me to come closer, snuggling my face on his bare chest before laying my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

“You alright love?” Tommy asked, voice rugged with sleep. 

“I will be.”

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Great chapter. I loved how Tommy grabbed her skirt and kissed her neck. I'm glad Ana told her thoughts about the boy to Tommy. Plus Tommy agreed to what she thought. I like the love and trust those two show to one another. Like I say again; those two need to get married. Ana taking care of Tommy with his nightmares is so nice and caring of her. I believe Tommy is realizing she's the perfect soul mate and wife for him. The loving moments and comments they make for each other reminds me of the love poems I wrote with Tommy.

Silence - Chapter 40

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Ana can’t seem to settle after learning about the death of the young boy at the hands of Arthur. Tommy tries to take her mind off it but her late night thoughts brings back some fond memories.

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Violence,  Death mentioned, Gang Activity, PTSD, fluff, sexual things mentioned / implied

Word Count = 2376

Note = Okay so this chapter does include mentions of PTSD in a form of a flashback… Its a bit of a heavy chapter I suppose so please take care when reading. 

I couldn’t settle when I went home that afternoon. My mind returned to seeing the far off look in Arthur’s eyes, he didn’t want to kill that young boy I could see it in his eyes but the fact of the matter was, he did.  A mother had lost her son.

His entire life was cut short before him because he got into a ring with an unstable minded man who couldn’t get the help he needed. His poor mother, I couldn’t even fathom how she must be feeling.

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